Finally, the day has arrived. I got new contacts last night! You may be thinking: “Calm down, Sister Rain! It’s not like you won the lottery.”
Oh, but I have. I’ve reached that age (and for those of you who have reached it also you will understand and for those of you who haven’t, I am sticking my tongue out at you) where the vision has begun to change and decline. I have worn glasses for distance since I was in 8th grade and over the last 2 years I have had to take them off to read something up close. I remember seeing my elders do that when I was younger and thinking it was both funny and strange. Aren’t your glasses supposed to help you see? Well, yes, younger Sister Rain, they are. But something happens in nature when you turn that age and your eyes really are the first to go.
I was not able to be covered by my husband’s insurance but now I have my own and I went to the eye doctor after a 3-year-sabbatical and today I got my first pair of bifocal contact lenses.
I am having a little trouble with the right one so if you pass me on the street and I’m winking at you, I’m either saying “Thank you for reading my blog” or I’m actually winking at you for what could be a number of reasons.
You youngsters out there should not take your vision for granted. You people of that age, do what you gotta do to see. Take ’em off, leave ’em on, wink away, buy the Walmart readers, whatever. If I was doing the happy dance being able to see the road signs AND my dashboard driving home from the eye doctor’s, imagine what else I’ve been missing. Perhaps . . . MY DREAM JOB???
